I (Cynthia) sit in a hotel at the top of the Yellow Mountains. Those famous mountains that appear out of the fog with beautifully shaped trees growing at perfect angles out of the rock. No landscape designer could plan such perfection. Whole ridges appear and disappear in a few blinks of the eye and each scene seems like it must have been the most beautiful. It does, indeed, have a spiritual quality. I feel a deep gratitude to be in this place.

This constantly changing view leaves me pondering what may be before me that I don’t see due to my own fog or mist.

Anticipating what is next…

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